Star Wars: The Second Coming

Chapter 14: Getting Out

When I awoke, the restraints on my wrists were undone, and the door in front of me was open. I didn't know exactly why or how, but I wasted no time wondering and quickly made my way out the door and down the hall. They knew better than to let the storm troopers check on me, considering how I escaped last time... Now it was only Kylo or Kya that came to see me, but how was it that my restraints were undone, and the door was open? Not a storm trooper in sight... This was getting weird, but it was a window of time I had. I wondered where Kylo was, and his frightful apprentice. I hid behind a wall as three storm troopers walked down together, guns clutched and one of them talking about something That I didn't pay attention to.

I knew that I either needed to get there quickly or find a disguise, something that would allow  me to get to Alexia without suspicion. I heard footprints, heavy against the metal floors, it was a storm trooper.  There was no time for fear or hesitation, so I waited for him to turn the corner, quickly and quietly disarming him, and before he could scream for help I took him into my holding room. I stared into his eyes "you will give me your armour" I spoke firmly, and he stared at me for a moment.

"I will give you my armour" he took it all off and handed it to me. I slid it on and he stared at me, mindless before heading towards the door.

"And you'll stay in here, and not make a sound" I spoke before sliding on the helmet, the armour was a bit big, but it was enough to get me around without suspicion.

"Aaaaaaaand I'll stay in here and not make a sound"  he repeated, sitting back onto the chair I was once in. I smiled to myself, I was getting better at this. I grabbed the weapon, straightened my posture and walked down the hall, hoping to find Alexia's room.

"LIEUTENNANT" I heard someone yell from down the hall, I knew this to be Kya and I gulped back the lump in my throat, fearing she would sense me. She walked down the hall, mask on her face, a storm trooper following behind her frantically. "If you leave her like that she'll die" Kya stopped in her tracks, turning to the storm trooper and I could see him shrink down a little bit beneath her.

"She refuses to give information, she will die, this is how it works. Do you question my authority,  storm trooper?" He shook his head profusely.

"No, sir, I mean-" she raised her hand to him, forcing him to be quiet, mostly out of fear. "She's.... Just she's beat up pretty badly-"

"Yes, this is what happens to those who disobey" she glared him down, turning on her heel and walking towards my direction again. I felt her eyes glare at me, but I nodded towards her respectfully. She raised her hand, Palm facing me I guess as an acknowledgement. She made her way past me, and I let out a breath of relief. I knew Alexia was this way.

I slowly walked in that direction, trying to make myself seem as casual as possible, any sign of suspicion could lead to our deaths. I needed to get Alexia and get out of here alive. When I arrived to her cell, I realized I needed a key, but there wasn't a single guard by her door...

The door was open, and she sat in the middle, broken, bruised and bloody. I walked in, standing in front of her as she looked up, eyes swollen, lip busted, bleeding from various places... And this broke my heart.

"Please..." She whispered, just barely. "No more..." I quickly walked up behind her and undid her restraints. "Rey?...." She breathed again, and it felt so nice to hear her again.

"It's alright, I've got you, we're getting out of here." I picked her up by her arm, and hauled her as quickly but as gently down the hall. We needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"How-" she began to ask.

"I'll explain later, shh" I turned the corner, coming into contact with three storm troopers, one known to be Captain Phasma. I froze.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, standing up tall and straight. I cleared my throat, making my voice as deep as possible under the distortion that the helmet had.

"Orders from Lieutenant Kya, prisoner needs immediate medical attention, captain." Phasma stared me down and I could feel Alexia lean gently on me, she was weak, physically but she kept her mind strong.

"As you were." Phasma spoke before heading off with the two other troopers, I let out a breath, I couldn't believe I got this far. Alexia could barely speak, I could hear her trying but she was just so exhausted, she clung onto the white armour as we went as quickly as possible to the ship bay.

There were two storm troopers, loading up a tie fighter and I took a deep breath, I would take the both out, get her onto that tie fighter and we would get the hell out of here. I turned around to tell Alexia to sit down, hold tight, that id be quick. But she had her lightsaber drawn and she went right for the storm troopers. One of them screamed, dropped a box that he was holding and ran behind another ship.

"JIM" he called "GOD DAMMIT JIM WHAT DO WE DO" she held her lightsaber to the other storm troopers face, who I presumed to be Jim. He held his hands out.

"N-nice Jedi" he chuckled nervously "ok look I have a kid... Frank over there does too"

"Yeah!" Frank called, peaking out from behind boxes. Alexia held her side, but her strong arm held up the lightsaber.

"Look uh.... We don't... Really wanna do this job, we just kinda have to.  just hit us in the head a couple times, we'll lie on the floor and say we got knocked out, yeah?" Alexia stared at him, brought her lightsaber down. Jim let out a large exhale of relief and got to the floor. I stepped out from behind the corner, and walked up to Alexia, catching her before she fell.

"Hey..." Frank spoke from behind the creates "aren't you....DANTE?!" I took off my helmet as I helped Alexia get into the tie fighter, I would have to fly, she was hurt. "NEVERMIND" Frank called out, hiding further behind the crates. I got in, looking back at her. She was hurt, and I should've done something earlier.

"Don't worry, we're good as gone" but when the second we took off, the alarms were sounded.

We were now fugitives of the First Order.